ever met and parties he’d never been invited to。
“Hey；” Serena said distractedly； putting her hand on his arm as if to shush him。 She leaned forward over the table； looking from Nate to Blair。 “What I really want to know is： How did none of us get arrested？”
“I went to rehab。” Nate shrugged。
“I followed you there；” Blair said in disbelief。 Had she ever really been that crazy？
Does she want the long answer or the short answer？ Oh wait； there is no long answer。
“And I rescued you！” Serena piped up。 The three of them collapsed into a fit of giggles。
“Okay； this officially enters ‘I don’t want to know’ territory。 Giles and I will excuse ourselves；” Harold said bemusedly； pushing his chair back and beginning to clear the table。
Dan sighed； bored。 Jenny was hanging on to every word； giggling like a maniac even though she hadn’t really been a part of any of this either。
“Serena； remember the first time we met？” Dan whispered in Serena’s ear。 He hoped that would be enough to get her to start paying attention to him。
“Yeah。” Serena smiled； but she didn’t elaborate。 “Oh my God； remember when we lived in the Breakfast at Tiffany’s apartment； Blair？”
“Remember the Raves？” Jenny asked； butting into the conversation。 She wasn’t sure if it was because she was older or because they were all out of high school； but suddenly； all the things that had seemed die…of…embarrassment awful when she was fourteen—like the time a semipornographic video of her and Nate rolling around in the snow together was leaked on the Internet or the time she appeared in just a bra in a photo spread for a national magazine—seemed almost funny。 Jenny felt vaguely proud of herself for surviving all that and ending up here。
“Of course